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Donovan Livingston

Donovan Livingston is a spoken word artist and poet known for his powerful performances and captivating storytelling. His work often explores themes of identity, social justice, and education. Donovan has gained popularity for his viral commencement speech at Harvard University in 2016, which he delivered as a spoken word poem. His performances inspire and encourage listeners to reflect on the world around them and work towards positive change. more »

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Now this that OutKast on back of buses and double-dutches 
And plying MASH with bad crushes
Sipping Jungle Juice with bagged lunches, sammiches with no crusts
And making fun of Mr. Bucket 
And then we'd play the dozens, yo, your momma was so fat
Teachers, they would look us in the eye and say, don't rap
But by then, I'm rocking tall tees under throwback
And all we lived for were head nods, make your toes tap
But I go back further, polyphonic my ringtone
Man, behind the mic yo, I swear I had wings on
Now that I've lost friends and I've gained enemies
No matter how fly I get, nostalgia can center me 
Recall my identities lost in these city streets 
Stuck between who I really am and pretend to be 
Fayettenam, I write it on a start for my beloved
As I squeeze a universe in eight couplets, and it goes like this 

Reflections on the past make the present seem clearer 
Life is made of glass like the mirror 
You wanna be a hero, everyone to revere you? I hear you
But have you conquered what you are in fear of
Cheer up - we're fragile and we often break
But I'm a love the parts of me I'm taught to hate 
Because the best me is what I ought to chase 
My healing, may it start today

Now, with this poetry I sow a seed holy as a rosary 
But a speck of dust until He molded me 
The goal to be the greatest emcee - that was the motive, B
But I had to find another road, it took a toll on me
Now, find me in the future reminiscing on an older me
The Netherlands and France, me and wifey treated cordially 
Live on stage, now I'm introducing POTUS, please
The one between 45 and 43 
Now all I am is flesh and bone, collections of distorted dreams
I'm not a Saint, but I unfurl like the fleur de lis 
Another metaphor, wrote euphoria and rode the beat 
So you see within this art of war, I hope you go in peace
You gotta stay woke, and when you go to sleep 
Just know it's me, still stunting like I'm supposed to be 
Every single poem more official than your notary 
I put my all into this thing baby, totally 

Reflections on the past make the present seem clearer 
Life is made of glass like the mirror 
You wanna be a hero, everyone to revere ya? I hear ya
But have you conquered what you are in fear of 
Cheer up - we're fragile and we often break
But I'm a love the parts of me I'm taught to hate 
Because the best me is what I ought to chase 
My healing, may it start today

Present and past, though it all overlaps
Did you ball, did you fall, put it all on your back
Were you lost on the path? Did you call for a map
You see yourself in the glass when it seems like it's cracked
Present and past, though it all overlaps
Did you ball, did you fall, put it all on your back
Were you lost on the path? Did you call for a map
You see yourself in the glass when it seems like it's cracked

Reflections on the past make the present seem clearer 
Life is made of glass like the mirror 
You wanna be a hero, everyone to revere ya? I hear ya
But have you conquered what you are in fear of
Cheer up - we're fragile and we often break
But I'm a love the parts of me I'm taught to hate 
Because the best me is what I ought to chase 
My healing, may it start today

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